Chapter 84: Have You Ever Seen Golden Rain?

"This is at least a second-grade spiritual flame!"

Qin Ming hastily sealed the jade bottle and, beaming with delight, tucked it into his storage bag.

He then brought the beast-hide maps close to the remaining light shields, testing them all, only to find they elicited no reaction whatsoever.

In an instant.

Qin Ming sensed someone approaching the spiritual herb garden.

He hurriedly took out the beast-hide map, fixed it in mid-air at the entrance point, and channelled his magic power with a single finger.

A distorted passage appeared; Qin Ming immediately flashed forward and leaped into it, and after a moment of disorientation, the passage vanished without a trace.

The moment Qin Ming departed, a black shadow landed in the spiritual herb garden; the newcomer was none other than the demonic cultivator Lin Zixiao.

Frowning, he scanned the spiritual herb garden, then approached the two empty stone platforms.

"Could someone have beaten me to it?"

"That makes no sense; no one should be faster than me."

Unable to make sense of it, Lin Zixiao casually unleashed a black streak of light that slashed against one of the light shields.

Yet there was not the slightest reaction.

"Eh?"

"What kind of formation is this?"

"Quite interesting."

Then, with a raise of his hand, he shot out a set of formation flags that enveloped all the light shields.

He began to break these formations.

Outside the waterfall.

Space twisted, and Qin Ming's figure was once again teleported out.

Qin Ming's gains this time were truly substantial, and his heart fluttered with a touch of excitement.

He did not linger.

Mounting his Spirit-Light Shuttle, he flew in the direction of Cloud-Dream Mountain.

However, along the way, he repeatedly encountered cultivators from the seven major factions hunting down members of the Spirit-Feather Sect.

He had no choice but to slow down and do his best to avoid them.

One day later.

Qin Ming hid behind a mountain hollow to rest and recuperate.

After consuming a pill to fully restore his magic power.

He carefully swept his divine sense around to survey the surroundings.

Once he confirmed it was safe.

He was just about to activate his Spirit-Light Shuttle and depart.

But just then.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the distant sky, two cultivators with formidable fluctuations of magic power tore through the void toward this spot, landing precisely a few hundred zhang away from him.

Qin Ming's heart immediately tightened.

Silently cursing his rotten luck.

He hurriedly concealed his form and retracted his aura.

Only when he clearly saw the newcomers did he become utterly stunned.

One of them, a tall cultivator clad in black robes, was none other than Lin Zixiao.

As for the other, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, what shocked him beyond all expectation was that it was actually Elder Gu of the Spirit-Feather Sect! Qin Ming's mind began racing at high speed; he dared not make any rash moves.

"Why did you openly reveal that matter?"

"The situation for the Spirit-Feather Sect is now critical; I fear I can no longer remain here."

"I don't know which bastard impersonated me and openly provoked this conflict; now all spears are pointed at me."

"It truly enrages me."

Elder Gu's face was as cold as frost; his current predicament could be described as being condemned by a thousand.

"You obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill and successfully broke through to Foundation Establishment; isn't paying a small price only fitting?"

"Besides, you should know clearly that ever since you killed that fellow named Long from the shantytown, there was no getting off this ship."

Lin Zixiao said in an icy voice.

Hearing this, Qin Ming, watching from afar, felt a sense of clarity; so Fellow Daoist Long's death was actually linked to Elder Gu.

"Everything I promised you has been fulfilled; from now on, we owe each other nothing," Elder Gu stated with firm resolve.

Hearing this, Lin Zixiao sneered: "It was you who actively sought me out back then; isn't it a bit too late to try to back out now?"

"What do you mean by this?" Elder Gu asked, somewhat angered by the remark.

Just then.

Lin Zixiao narrowed his eyes slightly, channelled his magic power, and snorted coldly: "Fellow Daoist hiding behind, having listened to so much, isn't it time you showed yourself?"

Greatly alarmed by these words, Qin Ming was just about to rise and flee.

However.

From behind a mountain rock in the distance on the other side, an old man in green robes slowly emerged; his face was haggard and withered. He laughed heartily at Lin Zixiao and said, "Hehe, it's me; just a coincidence."

"What are you doing here?" Lin Zixiao asked indifferently.

The old man in green robes offered an awkward smile, glanced at Elder Gu, and said, "Wasn't I ordered to pursue members of the Spirit-Feather Sect? So I just followed along."

Upon hearing this, Elder Gu's face darkened with displeasure; seeing the other's attire, he realized this was actually a Foundation Establishment elder from the Divine Farmer Sect, and he turned to ask Lin Zixiao, "Are you not going to explain this?"

"One of our own," Lin Zixiao replied succinctly.

Qin Ming had not expected that the Divine Farmer Sect had also been infiltrated by a mole; the three of them were clearly birds of a feather.

Subsequently, the few of them exchanged words on the spot for a while.

It seemed they had reached some sort of consensus; after the conversation ended, the three departed in three different directions.

At this point, Qin Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I was not exposed."

He had not expected to stumble upon such a secret right here.

It appeared that the interiors of the seven major powers had long been infiltrated by demonic cultivators and were far from being an impenetrable block.

However.

Just as Qin Ming was about to summon his Spirit Light Shuttle to depart this place.

Suddenly! His body's powerful vital energy abruptly transmitted a fierce reaction of spiritual sense.

He clearly felt himself locked onto by three killing intents.

Qin Ming's hair stood on end; without a moment's hesitation, he urged his magic power to drive the shuttle into a frantic dash.

Whoosh! Behind him, Lin Zixiao and Elder Gu, three great Foundation Establishment cultivators, gave relentless chase.

"You must be careful."

"Don't underestimate Fellow Daoist Qin; he must possess something extraordinary—beware of capsizing in a tiny gutter," Lin Zixiao transmitted via voice as he pursued.

Elder Gu spoke with great disdain: "There is no need for excessive caution; even if that brat has a few Yin Thunder Pellets, this old man has already experienced them before; as long as we guard against them, there will be no major issue."

Hearing this, Lin Zixiao nodded and immediately urged that treasure capable of foretelling fortune and misfortune.

Yet the feedback it returned still left him greatly shocked.

"Something is wrong! Fellow Daoist Qin definitely has something strange about him; we must still proceed with utmost caution."

Hearing Lin Zixiao speak with such seriousness, Elder Gu and the green-robed old man unconsciously roused themselves to twelve parts vigilance.

After all, the two of them knew Lin Zixiao's strength all too clearly.

In the sky near Qingyang Market.

A streak of azure escape light sped wildly ahead, while three streaks of escape light behind gradually closed the distance between the two parties.

In Lin Zixiao's pure white hand, a pitch-black oil lamp materialized.

He formed a hand seal and pointed; from within that lamp-shaped magical device, countless plumes of black smoke billowed forth, weaving together into a massive net.

Emitting an aura that caused the mind to sink into despair, it swept down to cover Qin Ming from behind.

Qin Ming's heart jolted; without further hesitation, he hurled two Yin Thunder Pellets at the black net.

Boom-rumble! A series of earth-shattering explosions erupted from behind.

Having expended two Yin Thunder Pellets, Qin Ming barely managed to block Lin Zixiao's bizarre method.

The huge black net was blasted open with a large hole, and Elder Gu and the green-robed old man rushed out from the thick smoke in a wretched state.

"Damn it!"

"How could this brat possess such a large quantity of Yin Thunder Pellets!"

Elder Gu's face turned gloomy and sinister; his gaze locked firmly on Qin Ming as he formed a sword seal, causing a crimson magical sword to materialize before him, which transformed into a rainbow streak, flashed once and vanished, stabbing straight toward Qin Ming.

Qin Ming turned his head, his eyes turning cold; a azure magical sword likewise appeared in his hand, and he formed a sword seal, pointing backward.

Swish-swish-swish! In an instant.

Several brilliant azure sword beams erupted, slashing toward the rear! Clang! This was precisely the that Qin Ming had bitterly cultivated for three years.

The Azure Nether sword beams slashed out by Qin Ming directly blocked Elder Gu's move.

"The Azure Nether Sword! Was it you who killed Elder Jiang's son?" Elder Gu's face showed incredulity.

The moment these words left his mouth.

The three pursuing from behind unexpectedly discovered that Qin Ming had stopped not far ahead.

"Hahaha, why have you stopped running?" the green-robed old man laughed with a sinister chill.

"Could it be that you have selected an auspicious burial ground?"

Elder Gu also revealed a hint of an amused smile.

In truth, he was secretly on guard; he too found himself unable to fathom the other party, who, relying solely on late Qi Refining cultivation, could actually block his magical attack head-on.

Could this really be that same spirit farmer who once acted so timidly before him? At this point, even if someone claimed this brat had been possessed by an old Foundation Establishment monster, he would believe it.

"What Elder Gu said is correct," Qin Ming said with a faint, ambiguous smile, then continued, "However, it is a burial ground selected for you gentlemen!"

"Have you ever seen golden rain?"

"What?" The three froze upon hearing this.

Having said this.

A purple leaf appeared in Qin Ming's palm; it was precisely the leaf formed by the 【Spell Replication】 tag.

The spell replicated upon it was the single strongest strike in the lifetime of Hu Fuqi, one of the top ten Foundation Establishment experts in the Wei State's Immortal Realm! Qin Ming lightly tapped the purple leaf and released it toward the three.

"This is..."

Lin Zixiao and the three, including Elder Gu, simultaneously felt a heart-palpitating aura.

The next moment, they felt only a blur before their eyes.

In an instant, the three were submerged and swallowed by a vast golden ocean.

Crack-crack! Boom-rumble! Elder Gu's eyes revealed shock and terror as his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

The green-robed old man from the Divine Farmer Sect stared blankly, still unable to believe it.

A buzzing sound rang in his ears, and he likewise fell into the dark abyss.

Suddenly.

Within the several hundred zhang surrounding the three of them, countless golden lightning rains descended; thunder boomed and lightning flashed, their momentum terrifying to the extreme!

A colossal golden lightning sword, woven from bolts of electricity, plunged straight down from the thunderclouds, blasting all living beings below into flying ash.

"The Divine Sword Lightning Summoning Technique—truly worthy of being the strongest strike!"

Qin Ming gazed forward with a faint expression, yet a surge of heroic spirit suddenly welled up within his heart.

(End of Chapter)